in the vast cave where
the entrances and exits were lost long ago,
where the only smell is stale bat dung
and fungus is carpeting (hanging loosely from) the ceiling.
Home is not a place I can find outside
this enclosure. It calls to me – a vision
that falls in my lap
like a tangerine, that slips into oblivion before
I take a second bite.
There are only apparitions here. Apparitions that haunt me
but have no idea of my name.
Apparitions that sit beside me on the carpet, have
conversations then fade into meaningless fluff.
Happy at first I was to meet them, with their pretty pictures
and well-rehearsed spiritual words.
Happy I was to love them like a firefly in this dark kennel.
But my birthday came and went without much fanfare.
And I am waiting still for the darkness to end.
Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “The Miscreant” February 2017
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